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I was unsurprised to see my parents walk into the room, followed shortly by Ares.
“One more,” I said.
Silas gave me another shot of whiskey, then turned his eyes to my family.
“Downy,” Silas said. “Memphis.”
Mom rounded the small bar and gave Silas a big hug.
“How are you, darlin’?” Silas asked, offering my mom a beer.
A beer in which she took.
“I’d be better if I didn’t get a call from my soon-to-be daughter-in-law saying that my son was drinking himself to death because he beat the shit out of someone,” Mom said, her eyes landing on me.
Dad’s hand came down on my shoulder, and I took another shot of whiskey.
“You got a beer in there for me?” Saylor asked, sidling up to my other side.
Silas handed both my dad and Saylor a beer, and then said, “I think I’ll leave y’all alone.”
Then he was gone, leaving my family and Saylor’s.
“Why are y’all here?” I asked curiously, staring at my empty glass.
“We’re here, moron, because you won’t answer our calls,” Ares said, her eyes training on something across the room. “Who is that?”
I didn’t bother looking up.
Saylor, apparently, did though.
“The one on the left is Ford. The one on the right is a friend of his that just retired from the military. I think his name is Saint,” Saylor said. “I’m going to mingle. Y’all try to talk some sense into him.”
Ares got up and walked with my soon-to-be-wife over to where there was a gaggle of ladies.
My mom kissed my head and walked over to talk to someone else, leaving me alone with Kettle and my father.
“What happened?” Dad asked.
I didn’t say anything, too in my own head to think.
“Got home to a lot of commotion coming from Saylor’s room,” Kettle said. “Went in to find Lock beating the snot out of Kristoff.”
“Why does that name keep popping up?” Dad asked.
“Because it’s the same one that fucked with Mom. That fucked with Ares. That fucked with us,” I said. “Same Kristoff. Spanning across fucking years of time.”
Dad paused, considering what I just said.
“Then why are you so fucked up?” he asked. “You did what you needed to do.”
“I did what I…”
“You protected Saylor,” Kettle said.
